I was sitting in the Coffee Tree in Chapala, eavesdropping on the "Six Sages" who help keep me up-to-date on local doings. (I almost wrote "abreast of" but didn't want to take a chance of offending those people who are removing books from the L.C.S library. A breast does have some erotic connotations.) There wasn't much going on, just complaints about the lack of rain and the condition of the Lake. But just as I was about to leave, a well-dressed oriental looking man approached the group. He bowed slightly,







